The Maid's Diary

by Loreth Anne White

I know fear. I know marginalization. I was badly bullied myself. All I ever wanted was to belong, too, to be loved, accepted, admired. Maybe time will help me process and accept. Maybe it won’t. Why should we always “understand” our abuser, the villains, the mendacity of evil, the people who let us down? Does understanding help us heal? I don’t think anything really heals trauma. You just find some kind of narrative to learn to cohabit with it.